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Five Minute Friday: Graceful
Tammy in 1977, age 5. I am not graceful. No, really. I am the polar opposite of graceful. See this picture above? I was five, rollerskating in the driveway (that had a pretty steep incline) and I...
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Being Present
The Wissahickon Creek, Philadelphia This is a Five Minute Friday post. You write for five minutes flat, with no editing, about the prompt for the week. Then you link your post to the Five Minute...
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Wishing Pokemon Were Real: Life Along the Spectrum
There’s no band aid for this, no kissing it away, no telling her it will feel better tomorrow. Because it may not. Tomorrow feels very far away when she is shrieking in frustration, when she is nearly...
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I’m Mentally Ill, but It’s Not My Fault
I’m meeting Alyssa for the first time. She is a First Access counselor for Behavioral Health and she is facilitating my intake. She calls me in and asks me some questions. The questions are easy and...
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Wakefulness and Werewolves
My husband made me cry on our honeymoon. We rented a house that was set back from the road and surrounded by trees. The second night we kept hearing noises on the roof. Since we are people who...
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Straining for the Light
For a long time the threat of a new year brought with it an onslaught of more darkness, more enervating melancholy, more long, gray days ahead to suffer through. It was nothing to celebrate. I’ve...
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